Poem 24 – Amaryllis III

Amaryllis III

I butterfly kiss 
the wrinkles in
her petal wilts

trail whispers 
down her 
strong slender
stem

thank you I breathe
tor showing me how
to age with grace

how to lift my chin
to night with the 
same dedication 
as to the day

her sepals
like fingers
point north 
south east
west – a 
guide on
how to gaze

how to embrace
the relief of
letting go
trusting in 
the cycle 
that is 
thriving 
in all 
stages of
Being

everything about her is an exclamation of beauty
she ignites a weighted desire in me to claw into Now